Maintain control of yourself

With an almost supernatural **** of will, you fight the urge to grab Kim and forcibly take him in the ass. The mere thought of doing so puts you over the top, and without warning you begin shooting streams of cum into Kim’s mouth. He gags in surprise, but to his credit, he doesn’t pull off of you, and you feel his lips and tongue caressing your sensitive cock as it fully discharges its load.

Kim lifts his face from between your lap, sheepishly grinning. A drop of thick white liquid hangs erotically from his chin before he wipes it away with his sleeve.

Having just experienced a powerful orgasm, you feel yourself more in control of your thoughts again and are glad you did not give in to the dark urge to dominate — or even **** — this guy.

The two of you exchange somewhat-awkward smalltalk for a bit, before Kim says, “I really hate to say this, but I have got to get some sleep, and it sounds like you still have a drive ahead of you. I think we both better get on our way.”

You agree, but find yourself wishing you could get to know this guy better.

“Can we stay in touch?” Kim asks, as if he’s reading your mind. “Your college isn’t that far away — maybe we can hookup some time. You know, when we have a little more quality time available.”

“I’d like that,” you respond, truthfully. “I left my phone with my wallet, I’m afraid. Let me write my number down for you, and we can stay in touch.” You get a piece of paper and pen from TC’s car and write your number and name on it, fold it in half and give it to Kim, who smiles and slips it in his pocket.

You drive Kim to his house, and the two of you bid each other goodbye, before you return on your journey to Central City.

You are about 10 minutes down the road before it dawns on in with horror that the number you wrote on that paper is your own, and the name you wrote beside it was “Justin McIntyre.”